Reuniting Friends

"Haaa! That crazy old man was right all along!"

Kuzon instantly crumbled to the ground the moment he heard me call out his name.

He sat on the bare ground, not minding the dirt, and his face held pure relief.

"Kuzon...?"

I was still very surprised to see him pop out of thin air, and I had plenty of questions, but there was one thing that bugged me more than anything else.

"What in the world are you putting on?" I asked, my face morphing into a bewildered expression as I stared at his bizarre outfit.

At the moment, Kuzon was putting on a Mage outfit— which consisted of a cloak and wizard cap.

The whole getup.

The problem was the way the outfit was designed.

"Blue and green, with white stars? And why is it oversized?" Words could not explain how ridiculous I thought he looked in the thing.

"W-well, it wasn't my fault. He forced me to put it on." Kuzon said defensively.